Fist to the Sky

We’re born in a blanket of barbed wire. In a village under enemy fire. A future for sale, a past that’s bought. A war that’s over before it’s fought.

Life is a slow-motion disaster. Hit the brakes, it only goes faster. Once-held dreams have faded away. Forget tomorrow, get through today.

I can spend my nights asking why. Shake my fists to the sky. Don’t ask for truth and get a lie. Don’t get rude, don’t get crude just…
shake your fists to the sky.

How in the world did it come to this? Hurtling through a morbid abyss. Where the peons all get to call the shots. And little men are thinking big thoughts.

They hug their kids then close the door. And get right online to buy much more. So they can obtain the toys they crave. But the master has become the slave.

I can spend my nights asking why. Shake my fists up to the sky. Don’t ask for truth and get a lie. Don’t get tough. Don’t get rough
just shake your fists, shake your fists, to the sky.

So lie down, shut up, live with doubt. Wake up, stand up… scream and shout. Live strong, It’s never wrong to be a voice. If you decide that’s your choice.

I can spend my nights asking why. Shake my fists to the sky. Don’t ask for truth and get a lie. Don’t get sad. Don’t get mad.
Just shake your fists, shake your fists, shake your fists to the sky.

Shake, shake.
Shake, shake.

Shake your fists
Shake your fists
Shake your fists to the sky.